Where Ideas come from

Where ideas are born? As a living artist running after all ‘inspiration, dancing with ideas, shapes and colors, I know that there are moments of great wealth, long or brief moments in which I would work forgetting to eat and sleep in the abundance that comes up to me (of course I am called to ‘order by the family). The river flows into it and I swimming, including transparent waters, bubbling, is the river that overwhelms me. I also know that there are moments of silence, of aridity, sometimes months at a time in which I have no inspiration for shapes and colors. While alive the calm of a total lack of ideas, come to meet me doubts, fears, are part of the stage that I call: of death, opposed and integral with respect to the fertile phase of the artistic life. Paradoxically, it is precisely in the months of silence that are generated ideas, while in the months of creating gathers, the creation is part of the result of a phase of absence and vacuum lived peacefully. In the natural rhythm between these two apparent polarities I live and create my artistic production. The concept of Empty sacred, do not mind zen, it’s hard to swallow for the man who descended from Ulysses, and lives the blind faith in action, the god of the Making, connects the god of Noau (Know-How). Culturally do is to engage, to have good will, if we need tools we provide them, if we need to immediately buy a book or notions, we enroll in a course, for an event we prepare, run, and do we find a fundamental value and totalizing. But in the long run something happens, the stress starts to consume and creative drive fails, you reciclano words, ideas, images, both professionally and privately. In my work I like a little girl’s favorite assistant, Boredom, always attentive, save me from repetition, from compaction and so we work in harmony. We can switchiare from the stage of life to the stage of death, from the phase of silence to noise phase from full to empty. The Boredom helps me a lot, I listen and do great races, it is absolutely intolerant. My work as a consultant and teacher has a simple recipe, slow down, to destroy, to bring into space through art. Slow down the body and mind, destroying the mountain of old ideas and bacucche ramuffi prejudices and accompany on the Sacred Empty threshold, from which everything is generated and to which everything returns. It ‘an experience, there are no words to describe it. But I can tell you who is immersed in this sacred place is forced to divest himself of what I call false dimensions, as I observe, and I observe the class to work, I see people focused and relaxed, serene, all soiled with earth, people who have left out the door the image of himself, whatever it is and have begun to create. Then, sometimes I look around and I see hungry people, people who copy ideas, plunder, recycle, do not know they have this possibility inside, inexhaustible, to create their own ideas, fresh. Yes, it takes effort to remain in the polarity of the empty / full, but it is the only path that can lead to a life current that can regenerate itself.